Bimbo Picking Up Book Novels & Stories

He didn’t even glance up at the noise. Feeling a small pang of embarrassment for the out-of-place sound she hadn’t caused but felt responsible for, she knelt down, picked up the book, and walked over. “Um, I think you dropped this,” she said, holding out the book. The boy finally looked up, his eyes a striking shade of blue that caught her off guard. “Oh,” he muttered, blinking as if he hadn’t realized he dropped anything. “Thanks.” He took the book, his fingers brushing lightly against hers as he did.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

Pandora is walking along the railing and Binx is stretched out on the chair next to me, enjoying sunbathing as much as I am. I’m waiting for my lunch to arrive, and then will probably go back inside and take a nap. Lucas looked through the Book of the Beast and didn’t see anything about how to kill demons. There was, however, a chapter that alluded to sending a demon back to Hell. Which would be great if I were able to summon up enough power to crack open the earth and shove the fucker inside.

I'm on the last bookcase just as it's starting to get dark. When I try to pull the books off the bottom shelf, one book seems stuck, but I can't tell why. It's not oversized or wedged into the shelf or anything. I pull hard but it doesn't budge. Bending down I realize it's a fake book that when all the other books have been removed it slides to the side, opening an access panel. Behind the access panel is a combination lock. I jump up, get the other slip of paper and after several tries of left and right combinations I open the lock. Inside is a small device that looks like an IPOD with ear buds attached to it. It has a small LCD screen and a thumb wheel with a button in the middle of it. I

She was tempted to duck, to hide, but she stayed where she was, trying to appear nonchalant. Eventually, Standfast rose and said something to the girl. The two packed their books. Perhaps they had decided to leave. It wasn't uncommon for students to enter the hall and change their minds shortly after. The two gathered their books, ready to head out. As Standfast turned to leave, he spotted her. Boma froze, her eyes glued to her book. Standfast stared at her for a few seconds. Even his company was staring at her like they both knew her. Boma acted like she could not see them, pretending to have her focus on her book. She became aware of them walking away without a word.

My note is missing. The discovery stuns me and the book falls. I pick it, shake it, flip the pages but there is nothing. No note. Closing my eyes, I inhale and exhale slowly. This doesn’t mean anything, it means nothing. Someone else might have taken it, it might have fallen off and the cleaners swept it. I jam the novel close and shove it back to its rightful spot. After wiping my palms on my jeans, I begin my walk of shame out of the library.

"Something just caught my eye but I can't just tell what it is, maybe I should try repeating this motion I just made" He once again tried to walk around the shelf but nothing spectacular happened. He tried repeating his motions for the umpteenth time but he didn't catch anything else, therefore, he decided to give up on the quest and resume his clumsy book search. Just when he was about to wind around the shelf again, something moved. He immediately became alert and tried to memorize what he had just seen, slowly he walked over to a book in the corner of the opposite shelf stacked in between a host of others. He gently almost fearfully hoisted the books up and pulled out the prime suspect, e

He wanted to reach his dreams no matter what life brought his way. “We are supernatural. I read about other creatures, dummies.” He joked. “Ha, ha, ha.” Elijah laughed. “Please, can we concentrate? I hate doing this.” Beckham affirmed. “Sure. I will take that,” Colby took the thick book with a black leather cover and a gold star drawn in front of it. “It doesn't have an author.” He recognized it when he grasped the book. “Are we into vampire or witch hunting?” Beckham grumbled.

"Yes. One needs to push that book in order for this library to move. A row of stairs downward would appear behind this. But for us, there's no need for that." Bite disappeared after penetrating the library. I followed after him. As he said, there was really a row of stairs waiting for us behind those shelves.

Peeking around the room, I ensure no one is in sight. Climbing onto the chair next to the bookshelf, I run my fingers along the spines of the books. Jessica told me that it would be the one with no writing. Finally, I find it. An old tattered book that has clearly been looked through a thousand times. Standing on my tiptoes, I carefully pull the book off the shelf and slide down onto the chair.